almost two months later

I actually had thought to start a blog when I saw the two lines....shocker. Mostly because I had nothing else to do that day and I was freaking out. But then I never wrote to it again for some reason. So here's that first post, just hours after I discovered our new development:

I knew it. I woke up this morning, made myself breakfast, and promptly went to the bathroom to throw it up.

Something was not right here. Suddenly things started clicking in my head and I calmly told Ryan we might have an interesting development on our hands. He gave me "the look" and said something along the lines of "well, why don't we look into that."

At the time of this conversation, we were in the car on the way to drop him off at the airport for his SO IMPORTANT trip to Atlanta for his fantasy football draft. Yes, dear future child of ours, your father missed the important peeing on a stick event because he was off to pick men in tight pants for a fantasy team.

I don't suppose anyone's prepared for how they'll really feel when those two pink lines show up - I wish there'd been a hidden video camera to capture my reaction, because I think I was speaking in tongues for about ten minutes. And then I was hit with the realization that I could tell NO ONE because my husband was on a plane for another two hours and it'd probably be rude to tell anyone else before I filled him in on the news. I did say it out loud to the cat a few times, but he clearly didn't appreciate the magnitude of the situation.

Ryan texted me when he landed, as he always does. I texted back to call me when he was off the plane. 20 minutes later I couldn't wait any longer and called him first, and even though he was on the Atlanta airport tram between terminals, I told him the news. And then I had to say "hello?" a few times. Because I thought he might have fainted, although I didn't hear an audible thud on the other end.

He was due to take Marta up to the midtown station where his friend, Kenny, was picking him up. We're talking, laughing nervously a bit, with a few "oh my god's" thrown in for good measure, when I hear him say "midtown marta station". He was so thrown off his rocker than he jumped in a cab instead of having to sit on a marta train for 40 minutes.

So here I am, apparently 6 weeks pregnant. I went out in the pouring rain to get What to Expect When You're Expecting and The Girlfriend's Guide to Pregnancy. Because really, I don't know what else to do. Am I supposed to be doing something? We move to Nashville in two weeks and suddenly that's the last thing on my mind.

I've already talked to both parents and my sister today and it was AWFUL not being able to say anything! We'll have to figure out a plan to share the news. and soon.

I can't believe we're having a baby.